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Jadis is enraged. Aslan, back! Confirmed by the deputy of her own Maugrim, who died on the sword of the very child she thought she'd caught! Maugrim, dead. She paces. She comes too close to Winter for her liking on one of her passes through her throne room and rather than turn an instant before she means to she backhands him out of her way into the nearest wall. She paces and fumes and roars.
Finally she spins on her toe to face Winter, who may still be on the floor in his careless way but has surely recovered from the blow by now. "You," she says, "must go to the lion, and tell him that I desire safe conduct to treat with him on a matter of as much importance to him as to me. Go peacefully, I do not mind if you alarm the pitiful creatures who side with him but do not harm them while I seek parley. Do you understand, my Winter?" She bends to crook her first two fingers under his chin to turn his head up for frigid eye contact, inspecting him, thinking furious thoughts to which he's only an accessory. "I think the lion may be unnerved to see you. We will see."
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charning
Eventually they cross a wide, open place, and Aslan turns his low tired head to look at them, and there is no longer any plausible deniability about their trailing him.
"Oh, children, children," he sighs. "Why are you following me?"
"Oh, children, children," he sighs. "Why are you following me?"
Aslan is quiet for a moment, then says: "Well. I should be glad of company tonight. Yes, you may come - if you promise to stop when I tell you, and after that leave me to go alone."
Aslan continues walking, then, flanked by the human children. Slowly, ponderously, drooping more with each step. At one point he moans aloud, low and sad.
deepest_magic
When James doesn't get growled at for this presumption, Bella imitates her.
And so they walk.
And so they walk.
And so they walk back to the hill.
When they come to the last tree between them and the Stone Table, Aslan says:
"Oh, children, children, here you must stop. And whatever happens, do not let yourself be seen. Farewell."
When they come to the last tree between them and the Stone Table, Aslan says:
"Oh, children, children, here you must stop. And whatever happens, do not let yourself be seen. Farewell."
He lets them pet him and fuss over him for a minute, but then gently shakes them off and finishes his climb.
charning
There is a great crowd of the Witch's people, all around the stone table, many carrying smoky torches. Wolves and ogres and minotaurs and hags and incubuses and wraiths and the spirits of wicked trees and -
charning
Most of the creatures, whatever they were expecting, are alarmed to see Aslan in the flesh walking towards them, but soon they're rallied when the Witch exclaims:
"The fool! The fool has come. Bind him fast."
"The fool! The fool has come. Bind him fast."
jackfrostbite
Winter is, by a considerable margin, the first of her creatures to set to this task. It's not that he's less afraid than they are; it's that he doesn't see why that should stop him.
charning
But soon he has help, and there is a swarm of them all over the lion, with ropes, delighted to find that he makes no move to resist them at all.
When they start to drag him to the Stone Table with all his paws bound together, the Witch says, "Stop!" and her creatures look to her and she grins wickedly and says, "Let him first be shaved."
When they start to drag him to the Stone Table with all his paws bound together, the Witch says, "Stop!" and her creatures look to her and she grins wickedly and says, "Let him first be shaved."
jackfrostbite
Winter doesn't get caught up in the excitement with the rest of them. But when the Queen commands that the lion be shaved, he produces a knife and gets to it, quite carefully and gently so that not a single nick mars the skin under the mane as it falls away.
deepest_magic
Pointless. Pointless and repulsive and cruel. But not, yet, injurious. Maybe this is all she wants to do. Maybe this was so irresistable that she'd give up her thread of a claim to James? Bella's holding her breath.
charning
The Witch's creatures find it no end of hilarious to see the shaved Lion, smaller and far less imposing without the great mass of gold around his head, and tease him, offering him saucers of milk and marveling that they were ever afraid of him at all.
"Muzzle him!" cries the witch.
"Muzzle him!" cries the witch.
charning
Aslan never moves while the muzzle goes on, and the creatures are very much emboldened by this, kicking him, spitting on him, pinching him while they cooperate to heave his great body up onto the Stone Table. All of this amuses the Witch very much.
The creatures snug the cords around his paws. Addenda are made to the mass of them until there's barely any lion left visible.
And the Witch draws a wicked knife and a whetstone and begins to sharpen her blade.
The creatures snug the cords around his paws. Addenda are made to the mass of them until there's barely any lion left visible.
And the Witch draws a wicked knife and a whetstone and begins to sharpen her blade.